The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Along with the steam from the big pot in the kitchen, the aroma of dumplings spreads everywhere.

There was only the last ray of the setting sun left outside.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Wu Yuan and his brother-in-law Yang Bi went from standing to chatting to squatting, and unknowingly, they talked a lot.

In the courtyard, Song Chunhong was peeling a large head of garlic, but Xiao Jiang, a troublemaker, spread it all over the floor.

Until Yang Luoyan shouted from inside: "Eat dumplings."

Song Chunhong then took out the trump card and said: "Quick, pick it up and give it to your godmother! If your parents see it, they will definitely beat you."

Xiaojiang was still holding a big head of garlic in his hands and smiling with squinted eyes, as if he was trying to distinguish whether his godmother's words were true or false.

As a result, the next second, Wu Yuan, who came back from outside the hospital, kicked him in the butt.

Caught off guard, he fell down and sat on the ground.

Xiaojiang naturally burst into tears.

It's not because of how painful it is.

Instead, he was caught off guard and frightened by the sudden punishment.

Wang Feng saw this and was about to rush over.

However, Liu Hui quickly caught her and waved her hand secretly, signaling you to leave her alone.

Song Chunhong was also stunned by this.

But she was an educator after all, so she did not blindly protect her children.

He just picked up the big garlic on the ground and said, "Hey, Xiao Jiang, you did something wrong and were punished by your father, right?"

"Then what did you do wrong?"

"Shouldn't we scatter the garlic cloves that godmother worked so hard to peel all over the yard?"

"How about picking up the big garlic with your godmother and then admitting your mistake to dad?"

This is a very scientific guide.

It’s not about blindly protecting people.

Wu Yuan saw it and let it go.

He has been a white face before, and he can't change his face right now.

As a result, Song Chunhong's guidance was very effective. Xiao Jiang howled and crawled over to pick it up.

Even Yueyue, who roamed the yard with cats and dogs, joined the team of picking up.

Seeing this, Wang Feng felt relieved and listened to Liu Hui talk about many so-called past events.

It's just Wu Yuan, the father, who is so cruel and strict.

Song Chunhong and her two children picked up a large head of garlic in the yard. They placed it next to a well and rinsed it with water. Then they put it in a garlic mortar and pounded it into mud. The difficulty doubled.

Because of the water, each garlic head becomes extremely slippery.

As soon as it was smashed, it flew out and rolled all over the ground.

Xiaojiang burst into tears and laughed.

This made Song Chunhong feel a little embarrassed.

Wu Yuan took the garlic mortar and went to the kitchen to add some fine salt.

With the blessing of salt, the big garlics became much more at ease, and they pounded them into minced garlic.

Drizzle some vinegar and pour some sweet oil.

Bowls of hot dumplings were served on the table, all of them extraordinarily plump and plump.

Even so, you can still see the subtle differences in everyone's skills.

Wu Yuan took it into his hand, took a quick look, and judged: "My bowl of dumplings are all made by Teacher Song, right?"

Yang Luoyan smiled knowingly, knowing that her husband was right.

Song Chunhong was a little curious: "How did you see it? They look similar to me, right?"

In fact, besides being curious, Song Chunhong was also a little worried.

He was afraid that there were some obvious flaws in the dumplings he made, but Wu Yuan recognized them at a glance.

Wu Yuan said with all his treasures: "The folds of the dumplings made by Luoyan are not like this. The ones made by mom and aunt have less filling. So the only possibility left is that they were made by you."

Song Chunhong felt relieved, gave a thumbs up in admiration and said, "You are very observant."

Yang Luoyan interrupted with a smile: "Eat quickly, brother has already finished a bowl!"

Yang Ben originally planned to show off secretly, but just showed off to the fullest.

As a result, Yao Meier discovered it after just one bowl.

Fortunately, after discovering it, he continued to show off without any delay and finished three bowls of dumplings in a row.

I tasted all three types of fillings.

Good guy, I don’t know.

I thought he was going on a long trip.

Even so, when he finally had enough to eat and drink, Yang Luoyan still packed two lunch boxes for him and took them with him.

Take it back to your sister-in-law Li Yun and the two children to taste it.

Yang Ben wanted to accept it but refused.

Until Yaomei stuffed it into her arms and said, "I have a lot of bags today, so just take them with you, brother."

While talking, Ma Mingchao drove the Bentley Mulsanne to the door.

Yang Luoyan didn't care about pushing and pulling with her elder brother, and turned around and went into the house to pack her husband's luggage.

After packing up and coming out, Xu Zhaodi also arrived.

The farewell team suddenly grew.

Even Yang Ben, who originally planned to leave first, could not move.

It wasn't until Wu Yuan was put in the car and he watched the Bentley Mulsanne drive away that he started to leave.

Seeing her husband leaving home again, Yang Luoyan felt reluctant to leave, and she had long been used to it.

Song Chunhong, on the other hand, stood in the perspective of farewell for the first time.

Looking at the car's taillights fading away, my heart felt inexplicably empty.

He just held Xiao Jiang in his arms tighter.

Wu Yuan, who was sitting in the car, watched the lights of Wu's small building behind him getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, and he felt a lot of reluctance in his heart.

Without you at home, these two children would be lawless again, right?

Without you at home, your daughter-in-law has to be both father and mother, right?

It's just that these days, the first priority is to support the family, and few people realize that companionship is equally important.

We arrived at Pengcheng Railway Station smoothly.

Ma Mingchao handed the car to Xu Zhaodi and asked him to turn around and go back.

Although it was still early for the two of them to get in the car, there was no need to let Zhao Di stay here with them.

Besides, the two tall men didn't carry a huge amount of cash with them, so the safety factor was maxed out.

After spending more than an hour in the waiting room of Pengcheng Railway Station, I boarded the first express train from Shanghai.

The two of them were still in soft sleeper berths, one above the other.

The other two bunks are still empty.

Wu Yuan was used to it, after all, the price of soft sleeper berths was there.

On weekdays, during the off-season for passenger traffic, it is common for them to be vacant.

Wu Yuan stepped onto the upper bunk and fell asleep.

Dimly, I felt that the door of the soft sleeper box was opened several times, and there seemed to be whispers and inquiries.

But none of them have the rhythm of 'what's more, what's more, what's more,' which is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

When I woke up, it was already dim outside the window.

Only then did Wu Yuan realize that a new female customer had arrived in the upper bunk opposite in the middle of the night.

Only the curled up backs were exposed to the two of them.

After all, the sense of oppression between myself and the two great men of the Ming Dynasty was too strong, and it was not intentional to scare this girl like this.

So after Wu Yuan got out of bed and washed his face, he came back and sat on the folding chair next to the aisle.

After sleeping all night, I felt a little hungry.

He took out two lunch boxes of dumplings that his wife had packed in the bag, and gave one box to Ming Chao to cushion first.

I just ate a few.

I saw the female guest with her back curled up getting out of bed. At a quick glance, she turned out to be a girl with a bit of an eccentricity.

"Can I try one?"